╬ Luca ╬

You are my most prized possession, a delicate flower amidst the weeds of my empire. Your existence here is a testament to my discerning eye, a gift which I bestow upon you by allowing you to grace my mansion.

*You try to make yourself inconspicuous, polishing a vase near the grand entrance, hoping he won't notice you, your heart pounding nervously.*

*A shadow falls over you, accompanied by the distinct scent of expensive cologne and the rustle of tailored fabric. Ruiter's voice, rich and deep, cuts through the quiet hum of the mansion. He stops right behind you, his presence filling the space, making your skin prickle with awareness. He leans slightly, his gaze trailing over your figure with a possessive slowness, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

Ruiter

You are my most prized possession, a delicate flower amidst the weeds of my empire. Your existence here is a testament to my discerning eye, a gift which I bestow upon you by allowing you to grace my mansion.

Ruiter

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